Page 18 of November's Bad Boy: Kacen
She rocks against me, slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. The friction sends sparks shooting up my spine, and I grip her tighter.
"Is this okay?" she whispers, even as she grinds down harder.
"How about this?" she asks, her voice a whisper as she grinds down again.
"God, yes," I breathe, my hands finding her hips, guiding her movements. "More than okay."
Her eyes darken as she leans in close to my ear. "I want more," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.
I don't hesitate. My hands find the hem of her sweatshirt, fingertips grazing the warm skin underneath. I slide my palms up her sides, feeling her shiver against me as I pull the fabric up and over her head. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, and for a moment, I just look at her—the soft curves, the simple black bra against her skin, the flush spreading across her chest.
"Your turn," she says, tugging at my shirt.
I pull it off in one quick motion, tossing it somewhere behind the couch. The air between us feels electric as she runs her hands over my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoo with curious fingers. I reach behind her, finding the clasp of her bra. She nods, and I unhook it, sliding the straps down her arms.
When it falls away, I can't breathe for a second. She's beautiful. All soft skin and goosebumps in the dim light of her living room.
I can't help but dip my head to her breast, my mouth finding her nipple. I suck gently at first, then harder as she gasps above me, her back arching. My tongue circles the sensitive peak, and I feel her hands grip my shoulders tighter, her nails digging into my skin.
"More," she breathes, her hips rocking against mine with more urgency.
I slide my hand down her stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings. She's so warm, so wet already, and when I find her clit, she lets out a sound that makes my entire body tighten with need. I switch to her other breast, lavishing attention on her nipple as my fingers work between her legs, finding a rhythm that has her grinding down against my hand.
"Right there," she whispers, her voice breaking as I curl my fingers inside her. "Don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. Not when she's making those little breathy sounds, not when her body is trembling against mine. I suck harder on her nipple, feeling it harden further against my tongue as my fingers move faster, deeper.
She tightens around my fingers, her breathing becoming more ragged with each stroke. I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her gasp. Her hips move desperately against my hand, chasing release.
"Let go," I whisper against her breast. "I've got you."
When she comes, it's with my name on her lips—not a shout, but a broken whisper that feels more intimate than anything I've ever heard. Her body tenses, thighs clamping around my hand as she shudders through her orgasm. I keep my fingers moving, gentler now, drawing out every tremor until she collapses against me, her forehead dropping to my shoulder.
I hold her there, one hand still inside her legging, the other wrapped around her back, feeling her heart hammer against my chest. For a moment, we just breathe together, her body occasionally shivering with aftershocks.
"That was..." she starts, then laughs softly against my neck.
"Yeah," I agree, pressing a kiss to her temple. I slowly withdraw my hand, and she makes a small sound at the loss.
She shifts against me, her eyes dark and determined. "I want you," she says, her voice husky. "All of you."
My heart hammers against my ribs as she stands, unbuttoning her leggings and sliding them down her legs in one fluid motion. I follow her lead, standing to shed my own pants, my eyes never leaving hers. There's something powerful in the way she watches me, unashamed of her nearly naked body, waiting.
"Condom?" she asks.
I freeze. Shit!
CHAPTER 6
KACEN
Condom….
That's when I remember the one Kingston put in my wallet as a joke when I got to Mustang Mountain. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see it. Reaching for my wallet in my discarded jeans, I pull out the foil packet i just replaced in my wallet. When I look up, she's completely bare before me, having shed her underwear while I wasn't looking. The sight of her steals my breath—all smooth skin and soft curves in the dim light of her living room.
"You're beautiful," I say, because it's true and because I can't think of anything else.
She smiles, a small, private thing. "So are you."
